
The box that Andy set was assembled with great care. Each small box of cards was enveloped in bubble wrap and wound tight with packing tape, then those boxes were placed in a larger box full of packing peanuts. The larger box was also covered top, sides, and bottom with packing tape. Nothing was happening to those cards in transit. I've alluded to my profound lack of motor skills in the past. Let me just say that if I had thought to videotape the painstaking ordeal that I made out of opening the package, it would have been an instant hit on YouTube.
Now I need to sort, catalog, and store these cards, along with recent deliveries from Greg the Night Owl and readers Jeffrey, Matt, and Alan. Then there are the stacks of cards piled on my dresser, and computer desk, and in my den...
Feel free to grab me by the shoulders and shake vigorously. It probably won't do any good.
4 comments:
That's a great prize!
My first pitching machine team was the Orioles, and I remember being excited because I got Joe Orsulak's number.
Why was I so excited? Because my name was (and still is) Joe, too. Ah, to be 7 years old again...
Isn't it funny how the cards just seem to pile up in different places no matter how hard you try to stay organized?!?!
Joe S. - "Joe O" still lives in the Baltimore area, actually. He was a quintessential Charm City guy, very blue collar.
Shane - No kidding. I pity the woman who eventually decides to spend her life with me.
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